It's True!

P O E T R Y

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I N D E E D! 

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Al-Zeimer Could Be Detected,

In Advance, The Moment It Sets In. 

He Was A Hindi-Poet.

Met Him During 79-80,

I Knew Him, But, 

Because Of, Read His Poem, 

"साक्षात्कार"

Don't Remember the Words, 

Can't Forget The Sense,

And The Essence.

Because I Too Had Crossed, 

The Threshold,

Where The Memory, 

And The Recognition,

Synonyms Of One-Another,

Go Into Oblivion,

Suddenly,  Or Gradually,

Yet The Being And The Knowing,

Stay Unaffected.

The Moment Knocks At The Door,

When The Names And The Forms,

Melt Down, Coalesce,

Into One Another, 

And You Are Aware,

And The Mind Is Just Unable, 

To Connect Two Thoughts, 

To Relate One With The Next, 

That Just Arises And Emerges, 

While The Last Has Faded Away.

That's Precisely The Moment,

When The Whole World Is Lost, 

And The Existence Is Revealed, 

In Its Vibrant Colors And Shades, 

Rhythm, Rhymes And Chimes. 

Everything Synchronized Perfectly,

Yet You Are The Same, 

When The Two Consecutive Thoughts,

Have Deserted, Gone For Good, 

And No New Next Has Arrived! 

In That Vacuous Silence, 

You Are Alive For The First Time!

You Are Utterly Unconcerned,

Who You Are And What Is The World. 

You Are Stunned, Stoned, - Immobile!

Yet The Body-Functions Keep Working,

In a Perfect Orderly Way. 

Maybe, You Look As If In Trans,

Truly Like A Paramahans!

You Are, What You Are!

Indeed, It's True!

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